Hell & Gone

An interesting morning this morning--
So last night I accidentally didn't go to bed until about 2 am. Then at 4 am, Tony started getting phone calls with a few problems at work, At 6 am (I didn't even know there was a 6 AM, I am so NOT a morning person!) Tony wakes me and tells me one of his drivers is broke down, and Tony needs to take another tractor to him, so he can finish his route. So I get up, get dressed, wake up the kids, and ask them to get themselves ready and off to school today. (I really do have the best kids!)
Then Tony and I head to Orem to pick up the spare tractor and I follow Tony to the middle of nowhere--to find his driver, help him hook up his trailer, and leave him the spare. On the way back we decided to stop for some breakfast. Just as we are getting done with breakfast and I think Tony is going to take me home, he gets another phone call. The mechanic just got the broken down tractor fixed, and it now needs picked up---from the middle of nowhere.
So now we are off, again. We drive back out to the truck, Tony picks it up and I am following him back to Orem, so he can drop it off at work, and bring me home. During all this driving I keep remembering my Grandpa using the phrase "to hell and gone". I'm pretty sure I now know where he meant.
We are home all of about 2 minutes when the phone rings. It is the kids school calling to tell me Gracie has stepped on a nail and it went through her shoe and into her foot. So we are back out the door to the school to get Gracie's foot cleaned up. She is such a trooper. Luckily it was a thin nail. She pulled the nail out of her foot herself, and was being very brave, even while I cleaned it.
All this takes place by about 12:30 this afternoon. Surely the rest of the day will be smooth sailing....right?